Guarding the arachnid

This garden thing, which is Husband's hobby, is rubbing off on me. (Oh, you noticed?) But nothing brought home how much I've gone down the gardener's path when I found myself cheering for a spider. A spider. I have a rather shameful record with these creatures. I know they are a very useful predator which help keep the nasty pests in check. But I've been known to act a wee bit crazy when discovered in my house. (Husband just calmly fetches is eco-catch-and-release thing and deals with 'em.) That said, if a spider is outside I tend to just stay...